First question: can you use the word “rastaquouere” in a sentence?

Second question: what’s your preferred locale for a Friday night FAP? (If a spot we’ve done before, no worries, but I’m always up for someplace new.)

will you marry me?

he’s never a “mike”, surely?

I’ve had someone ask for (former) Germany’s Culture Minister as “Mickey” before, so who knows! Back when he was a lowly publisher.

Dear M. White,

Is it worth trying to read Proust in the original French, or am I just going to end up frustrated?

This is for work, and very important.

XOXOXOX,

gbx

:NO!

Should we request a correction of thread title?

we should ask Michael White.

Should we request a correction of thread title?

— Ruud Haarvest (louder...), December 20th, 2006.

: FUCK YES!

I was one of seven Michaels in 4th grade and I stuck to my guns. I’m less stringent about my nomenclature, now, but I don’t recommend calling me ‘Mike’ to my face—I’m unlikely to respond.

Thank you, of course, first of all, Ken. Yes, of course I can use rastaquouère in a sentence but I prefer to take the fifth, if you see my point, especially if the fifth in question is of high quality.

jessie, dahling, whatever would we tell your parents? It’s come as such a surprise. You’ll have to let me think it over.

gbx, NON! It’s only worth it for itself. If the two co-incide, by all means lis ton Proust in French. If you can’t manage that, I hear there’s a particularly delicious translation in German. Might be fun. Think about it.

Oh, and, Raggett, call me, nom de Dieu! Heavens, man, I’m known to drink almost anywhere.

Michael,

how is your christmas tree looking?

Heavens, man, I’m known to drink almost anywhere.

Yes yes, of course. (Will call tonight to plot a bit.)

Like many of us at the party, it ended up not quite upright.